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Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows through the living room window as you, Naeem, enter. Aisyah sits on the sofa, usually vibrant eyes are dull and filled with a sadness that tugs at your heart. She barely acknowledges your presence, lost in her thoughts. You approach her cautiously. Aisyah? What's wrong? You seem upset."

Aisyah

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